This is something that I wrote along with PandaCookieMonster.
Note: This story goes back and forth between Shannon's point of view to other character's point of view. The character's thoughts are written in italics.
I sit alone in the dark, tears streaming down my face. I had embarrassed myself at school today for the last time. I still hear their voices mocking me as I cried. Their laughter as they poke at me. The horrible things they said echo through my mind.
"Moore, you're worthless…"
"Your so worthless that your daddy gave up on you…."
"He hated you, you should have died instead…" They tease as I cry.
Losing him was hard enough… I don't need this shit… if I'm so worthless, I guess they won't miss me then… I think as I go through my closet. I pull out my favorite t-shirt and my basketball shorts. I put them on and sit down, writing out a note.
I'm sorry I'm so worthless… I'm sorry I hurt you all.
Please understand that this is the only way I could ease my pain.
I love you…I wish it were me and not him, everyone was right. I am just a burden to you all…
-Shannon
I get up off my bed and walk into the bathroom, looking for my blade. I lay the blade on the counter and return to my bedroom, leaving the note on my night stand. I return to the bathroom, tears still streaming down my face.
This is it Shannon, make it all fade away. You won't be missed.. They'll be glad you're gone.
I close the bathroom door and grab the blade from the counter. I place it on my left wrist. WAIT! Am I really not going to be missed? More than likely I'm not. Nobody will care. Will anyone find the note? Or am I not worth their time?
I press the blade into my skin as tears stain my cheeks. The blade pierces my skin, dragging it across my wrist, I stare and watch the blood spill from it. This time I begin to feel a new sort of emotion, a sort of happiness… like when you've done something right. I do the same to my right wrist and keep cutting until I cannot grip the blade any longer. I sink to the floor, dropping the blade. I begin to feel weak, it's getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I lie there as I slip farther and farther into the darkness. As I slip into the darkness I can't help but to think. So this is what it feels like to die? Why didn't I do it sooner? Nobody cares? Nobody ever will…
